Zero Tolerance

**** that ****. I’m not a diagnosis. Something to be “fixed”. I am a combination of traits and features that make me a woman of depth and intensity. I will not succumb to trite references about how much better I’ll be then because there is no known frame of reference not for him anyway Dance and love and beauty were always me Rage and anger and bitterness were not but when I met with traumas too hard to face they broke me finally Doesn’t mean I can literally afford to fix them when I have so many other priorities now like finding a home so I don’t do the inevitable saving myself comes first Polishing up rough edges from a life that wasn’t easy isn’t going to be a drop in a bucket I’ve already been working on it for years It’s possible that I’m just too much for certain ones I need one with intensity who can meet me where I stand be kind and compassionate, but hard when I need it and have edges that were honed from life itself Because this dancer, writer, baby-maker, lover is just too much for some to handle too many words, too many thoughts confusing. Jewish. Come from another world entirely. Safe to say……